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Chapter 1028 Afraid? What am I afraid of?! I have something urgent to do!
Over the years, the Golden Spirit Mother has often come to Qingyun Mountain to live and practice, and has almost become a worshiper of Qingyun Mountain.

"Let her go to the reception room and clean up the yard where she used to live."

"Yes!"

In fact, her yard didn't need to be cleaned. This girl was very friendly and had two children she brought from somewhere, living in her yard all year round.

Although he is not a Qingyun disciple, he often practices and trains with the Qingyun disciples, just like an outer disciple.

Not long after, Murong Ji stood up and walked towards the reception room. He met the Golden Spirit Mother and the two exchanged a few words.

After waiting for a while, he realized that the Golden Spirit Mother had no important business to discuss with him. Just as he was about to say goodbye, another disciple came to report.

"Master, the Three Goddesses of the Biyou Palace are here to pay their respects to you."

Murong Ji was stunned and looked at the Golden Spirit Mother in some surprise. The two of them had a tacit understanding. In the past, they always came to Qingyun Mountain to stay for a while at different times. Why did they come together now?
"you……"

The Golden Spirit Mother was a little embarrassed. The subtle relationship between them made her not know how to describe it.

"Please come in."

Before long, the voices of Bixiao and Qiongxiao chattering, as well as the voice of Zhao Gongming trying to smooth things over, could be heard outside the reception room.

After pushing the door open and walking in, Murong Ji only saw Yunxiao, and he didn't know where the other three had gone.

Murong Ji was too lazy to care about them and gestured to Yunxiao to find a place to sit.

Before he could speak, Yun Xiao said, "Greetings to Senior Sister Jin Ling, and to Fellow Daoist Jiang."

Murong Ji nodded: "How did you find time to come here? Didn't you two stagger the time in tacit understanding?"

[We met today...]

Yun Xiao glanced at Jin Ling, then slowly said, "There are things I would like to ask for your help."

Then, he took out a formation diagram from his arms. Murong Ji took a closer look and saw that it was the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation!
This formation was made based on the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, with the Hunyuan Golden Bowl as the core, and the formation diagram spread outwards in an attempt to fully activate the ability of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

Murong Ji thought about it and decided that the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was still quite powerful now. However, if Yunxiao and the others wanted to make some changes, Murong Ji had some ideas.

"You are unrivaled in the art of formations. My sister and I have thought of some ways to save our lives. Please take a look at them."

Murong Ji nodded. It was fine to just listen to this nonsense. It was talking about saving lives, but this formation was full of murderous intent.

The Hunyuan Golden Bowl is a powerful defensive magic weapon. It can also defend against the attack of the Donghuang Bell. It is extremely complex.

Without saying anything more, he stretched out his hand to press down the formation diagram, then looked at Jin Ling, waiting for her to speak.

If Jin Ling needs his help for no reason, that would be weird.

Sure enough, Jin Ling also took out a battle formation diagram from his arms and spread it on the table, "I also have a battle formation diagram, I need you to take a look at it."

Murong Ji took one look and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Ten Thousand Immortals Array!
I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. This old Taoist Hongjun was really evil-minded. He started to set a trap for Jiejiao.

But think about it, if the War of Conferred Gods was not launched, how could so many innate saints be gathered?
They are nothing more than the two sects of Chan and Jie. Only they have the foundation to make up such a huge number of innate sacred beings.

Murong Ji's heart moved. The book had not yet been refined into the List of Gods by him and was still in his hands.

However, if one plans to confer the title of God, not only the people from Jiejiao will be on the list, but also a large number of outer disciples from Chenjiao.

These immortals and gods, however, are not star gods or officials as they were in previous periods.

Instead, they set up another system to take charge of the destiny of humanity and operate the human formation.

[There's no need to be so demanding!! It's not a bad idea to give them a chance to survive and let them reincarnate into the human race. ]

Murong Ji suppressed his emotions, put away the two formation diagrams, stood up, and was about to let them turn around on their own when someone else walked in from outside.

Murong Ji felt a little unfamiliar at first glance and was stunned for a moment, as if he had never seen this person before.

This woman was like a fairy made of frost and snow, independent of this world.

Her oval face is plump and rosy, with a hint of charm in her coldness. Her skin is whiter than snow, so delicate that there is not a single flaw, and it has an icy texture.

The thin eyebrows and long, raised phoenix eyes are somewhat soothing, like the freehand brushstrokes in an ink painting, keeping people at a distance.

When Murong Ji took one look, a word came to his mind: arrogant.

The arrogance is like Hou Tu, a kind of arrogance that comes from the bones. I like Hou Tu because of this. The feeling of conquering her secretly is fascinating.

Especially during the fierce battle with Hou Tu, when she couldn't stand it any longer, she forced her to yell...

Then, Murong Ji finally reacted, Queen Mother of the West!!
They had a quick glance at each other on Mount Kunlun that year, and had met once in the underworld, but they had no further contact since then. For a moment, Murong Ji felt a little unfamiliar with her and didn't recognize her.

Murong Ji was a little confused. What day was it today? Why did so many people come to Qingyun Mountain?

The Queen Mother of the West walked past Murong Ji and glanced at him lightly, with a smile on her face, but with a different kind of charm.

Murong Ji had a strange look on his face. Why did he feel... like he was interested in him? !
Murong Ji did not have the illusion of feeling good about himself. He watched the Queen Mother of the West find a seat and sit down by herself, ignoring everyone.

Murong Ji was even more confused. Before he could ask, another person walked in from the door, Chang Xi.

Just when he was about to speak and want to ask her what was going on, he saw a face with Lu Xueqi's face following behind Chang Xi.

Wangshu!

Murong Ji: “…” The two men walked past Murong Ji, and Chang Xi simply ignored him as if he were air.

Wangshu poked his head out from behind Changxi, made a face at him, and said in a somewhat reproachful tone: "Why didn't you come to see me? It's been a long time."

"I'm so bored... You only play with your sister, not with me..."

The voice was soft but very pleasant to hear. The little girl had a lively personality and treated Murong Ji as if he were her childhood playmate.

However, there are some things that cannot be said casually.

"Ahem, a little busy... a little busy."

When he turned around, he saw Chang Jian standing at the door, staring at him.

Murong Ji waved his sleeves and glanced at everyone in the room, his heart full of doubts.

[He's not going to give me a Shura field, is he?! ]

Then he thought, it’s not the case that it’s a Shura Field. There are not many people he really likes, not enough to reach the level of a Shura Field.

"Please sit down for a moment. I'll be right back."

He waved his sleeves calmly, not caring about the feelings of the people in the room at all, walked out of the door with his hands behind his back, and saw Chang Jian carefully approaching Murong Ji's ear.

"Master, something terrible has happened. Master Lu is going back to the mountain today."

Murong Ji: "..."

He looked back into the house, swallowed his saliva, turned around and asked, "Did you see it wrong? Did you mistake Wangshu for Xueqi?!"

"No, Madam Lu is holding the Tianya Sword! There is no way you can be wrong."

Murong Ji: "..."

Suddenly, a feeling of panic came over me. I felt a little helpless and paced back and forth. Then I realized, what was this reaction?
I have nothing to do with these people, so there is nothing to be afraid of. What's more, this Lu Xueqi is a fake.

Then, he quickly tidied his clothes, calmed himself down, and when he looked up, he saw Hou Tu walking towards him.

The corridor was only a few steps away from here. In a moment of distraction, Hou Tu walked in front of him.

Murong Ji was silent for a while. He really couldn't understand. It seemed that they had made an appointment to come together on Qingyun Mountain.

I had an inexplicable feeling, and it didn't seem good. I thought to myself that it would be better to find a chance to slip away.

"What are you going to do?"

Hou Tu frowned and looked at Murong Ji carefully. She was indeed a little surprised for a moment: "Why do you have such an expression?"

Murong Ji immediately put away his expression, then looked at Hou Tu: "Why are you here?"

Hou Tu's face suddenly darkened: "Why can't I come?!"

"I came to see how many bitches you have hidden in Qingyun Mountain!!!"

As he said that, he suddenly pushed Murong Ji away and walked towards the Yuqing Palace with a menacing look.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, and without saying anything more, he ran down the mountain. After a few steps, he saw Lu Xueqi, who was holding a long sword in her hand and walking slowly on the mountain path.

They stopped suddenly and looked at each other, but Murong Ji felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm back. How was your training?"

"Well, it's okay."

"Go back and have a good rest. You don't need to pay attention to irrelevant people. If someone causes trouble...just give in to her."

Lu Xueqi looked at Murong Ji suspiciously, then nodded.

Murong Ji looked back in the direction of Yuqing Palace, cursed in his heart, hurriedly walked past Lu Xueqi and headed down the mountain.

"What do you seem to be afraid of?"

Murong Ji couldn't help but pause, "Afraid? What am I afraid of?! I have something urgent to do!"

Without saying anything more, he quickly flew down the mountain, flying in the air. This is a way of martial arts, a way of controlling energy.

Lu Xueqi: “…”

He looked at Murong Ji's back with confusion, feeling an indescribable panic and embarrassment.

After coming to his senses, he slowly climbed to the top of the mountain with his sword in hand and returned to his yard.

As soon as Murong Ji reached the mountainside, he saw at a glance that this was the Fengqi Mountain of the past. At this moment, the Fengxi Mountain had been gathered by Murong Ji into a small bamboo peak.

All that's left are traces, which he left behind as a souvenir.

Later, he sorted out the mountains, but found that there were not many people there over the years, and it seemed a bit desolate.

When I looked up, I saw Nuwa sitting on a rock in a daze, looking down the mountain.

Beside her, there were three little girls lying down. Who else could they be but her three cheap disciples? ! ! !

From her angle, there was a pool of water below, which was the place where Nuwa created humans out of clay.

(End of this chapter)